"Pfft!"
"Argh!"
"Slash!"
"..."
The Barbarian army charged beneath the city walls through a sky full of arrows, desperately scrambling up the walls.
"Hold them back! Don't let them get up here!"
"Everyone, attack! Stop them!"
"Crush them to death!"
"..."
The generals shouted themselves hoarse as they commanded the battle.
The defenders hurled countless battering logs and rolling boulders viciously at the Barbarians, stopping them from climbing the walls.
How had the Wenxin Academy students ever witnessed such a bloody scene? Most of them were pale-faced, unable to adapt to the battlefield.
"General Zhao, you will command the army."
Li Xuancang came to Zhao Chongwu's side and gave the order. Before Zhao Chongwu could react, he had already vanished.
"My Lord Marquis, how can this be..."
Zhao Chongwu instinctively wanted to object.
He was merely in the Early Profound Connection Realm. How could he possibly oversee the entire battle?
But Li Xuancang had already disappeared from where he stood, and Zhao Chongwu swallowed every word he had wanted to say.
"What is the Marquis planning?"
Zhao Chongwu had no idea what Li Xuancang intended to do, and his heart was filled with unease.
Li Xuancang left the defensive line and silently approached the rear of Prince Fu's Residence and the Barbarian army.
No one noticed him. Li Xuancang gathered his strength, preparing to deliver the enemy a fatal strike and turn the tide.
After several hours of slaughter, the armies of the Barbarians and Prince Fu's Residence had repeatedly climbed the city walls, only to be driven back down by the troops led by the Imperial Guards.
The Imperial Guards were Great Yan's elite army, their combat strength extraordinary. One hundred thousand Imperial Guards were enough to stabilize the overall situation.
So long as the experts of Prince Fu's